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Ош OL Mi Own ушер “Мей, you see" Mr. 
Evans replied, ‘‘it was a fair game.” 
We observed great movement in the ice-pack 
in Robertson Bay during the middle of April. On 
the 22nd I resolved to attempt my first penetration 
into Robertson Bay on the ice, which then, though 
young, was already about two-and-a-half feet thick. 
I took with me Mr. Fougner, Mr: Bernacchi, and 
the Finn Savio, provision for twenty days, twenty 
sledge-dogs, and one small collapsible boat. We 
left Camp Ridley at 11 А.м., and proceeded in the 
pub until darkmess began to set in. The pack 
along the cliffs was rather small, and the ice which 
bound the floes together rather thin, so we had to 
proceed wiin reat caution, and when I at last 
decided to camp on a small beach at the foot of the 
perpendicular wall of Victoria Land, we had great 
difficulty in reaching that little place. The beach or 
slope where we pitched our camp was not thirty 
yards at the widest part; it was some four feet above 
water, and had a crescent formed with the concave 
Side some 15 chains in length. From the perpen- 
dicular wall of Victoria Land a kind of gravel rush 
had taken place, and formed a deep slope from the 
walls of the rocks down to the beach, with a slope 
of from sixty to seventy degrees, rising to a height 
bou thirty feet. Above us the perpendicular 
wall rose to about five hundred feet at places over- 
hanging the little beach, which seemed completely 
Perea iom everywhere, except by way of the 
bay. Shortly after landing a southerly wind rose, 
which continued to increase in force until it became 
a violent gale. We had pitched the silk tent, and 
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